“All the months are crude experiments out of which the perfect September is made.” Virginia Woolf
Light shifts,
air dries,
pigments intensify and
paint the day-sky bluer, brighter,
flame the evening-sky copper and gold,
ink the night-sky indigo
where moon and stars glow cold-white.
Nature changes,
slowly,
replacing greens
with scarlet, rust, maroon, and orange,
leisurely, tinting the tips and edges of
leaves and grasses
gourds and apples and pears.
Crisp mornings refresh
inspire deep breathing,
beach walking, balance, renewal,
a time for transitions when
the fall equinox positions us between
summer’s fertile abundance and
winter’s barren reach.
This is September.
